An Inevitably Expensive Evening
Tonight, on the world stage: Spring had sprung. This is news to nobody.
Instead, we find ourselves aboard a skyfaring vessel where three people in particular were having a rest at the end of an afternoon of long work. Rhace Tarrin, in particular, found himself sitting in his office surrounded by a mountain of documentation; the Meliora Vitae guildmaster was learning by way of reading reports. These were documents that had been submitted by various project leads that he was trying to read in order to brush up on the workings of the vessel and the people who served aboard it. The newly-minted Captain had been learning on the job, and fast - being thrust into being in command of a starship that required a lot of bodies constantly in motion was very different to swinging a sword at a guy and hoping he fell over first. For someone who was barely used to teaching, let alone being responsible for the lives of thousands, this was such a drastic change that Rhace couldn't help but need to rely on experts in the field who had been doing it for a considerable length of time. Especially when he'd barely been a member of the guild (which, as he consistently pointed out, was mostly a guild of mages, and he was decidedly not one of those) for only a short amount of time. To be in charge of operations was something he hadn't entirely anticipated. Therefore, the expert advice he had called on were the original aces and deputies of the fine SS Endeavor - Cassiti and Cordelia. They'd been doing this for quite some time, knew their way around management as a result, and the Elumish swordsman couldn't help but need their help. On one hand, they were already slowly growing closer before this particularly drastic change came into effect, but on the other it was already their job before he came along. Needless to say, while he wasn't trying to absolutely rely on every word they told him, he was definitely listening. It was probably really tough on them to effectively baby the newbie who had just turned into the guy in charge, too.
Why was any of this important? Simple. They had an iLac group chat. It made work incredibly convenient if they needed things at a moment's notice, even if said group chat had existed long before Rhace's very sudden promotion to Captain. It was about half work and half not since the promotion, and Rhace knew that he needed to contribute something good after a hell of a day's work. He paused, put some thought into it, checked his system to find out what was going on in the world, cast a glance to the map of Fiore that was pinned to the wall, and pulled out his pocket device in order to message his two closest confidants from the comfort of his office chair.
You two wanna go to one of the spring festivals? I think we all deserve a short break. We can head to the one at Rose Garden - it'll probably be prettiest to look at.
A smile crossed his lips as he realised there was a second message he knew he was going to have to add to it, considering how much work Cass and Cord put in for him. They deserved what was going to come next, really, and the incentive for them to all get away for it all could always be sweeter.
Bonus points: I'm paying for everything. Fair is fair and I definitely owe you both a million. Meet me in the hangar when you're ready and we'll go.
Bribe them with as much food and drinks and buyable crap that they could possibly want and Rhace knew he was onto a winner already. If he could convince them sufficiently, at least they were going to have a good time for all of it. He knew he'd need a shower before they left, so with that in mind, that was exactly where he was going to head - no point going on what was probably the closest thing to a date they were going to have time for any time soon given their newly found workload smelling and feeling like crap. He wanted to be presentable, and wanted to be able to give them himself at his best rather than a tired, exhausted mess that was going cross-eyed from reading piles of paper bigger than his head. On the way down, he was already banging out a request via iLac to have one of the larger personnel shuttles prepared for their use, and knew that he could meet them whenever they were all ready.
His wallet was not prepared for tonight, in hindsight.
MEL @ WW